Original subtitles

An honest man here lies at rest.

The friend of man, the friend of truth.

The friend of age, and guide of youth.

Few hearts like his, with virtue warmed.

Few heads with knowledge so informed.

If there's another world, he lives in bliss.

If there is none, he made the best of this.

[theme music]

[singer vocalizing]

[music continues]

DELIA: We have to get it out there.

I mean, we have to publish

everything that happened in the Congo

to Claude, to Lusamba, to Josh.

I mean, I stand by what I said.

There are millions of us.

Well, I count four.

Five.

Don't forget Arielle.

I'm serious, we're nothing compared to them.

I think he's right.

We-we can't compete.

They got Lusamba, they got Claude,

and if, if they can do that...

No, no, no, no, no. This just proves

how close we came to the truth.

How scared we made them.

Guys, we can still win at this one.

We just buried my best friend.

And you talk about winning? People have died.

And some of that is on our hands.

That's bullshit. You don't even believe that.

It's just a fact

that there are some people in this world

you simply cannot win against.

And quite frankly, I'm stunned

that life hasn't taught you that.

Coming from the guy with the trust fund.

Hey, guys, come on. Stop it, both of you.

We are all hurting, I get it.

But this isn't gonna help anyone.

And Josh, he would be ashamed

of this kind of behaviour. Come on.

[birds chirping]

Come on.

AARON: Maybe... Look, maybe we do

publish what we have...

and try to flush them out.

Yeah, and then maybe it makes it harder

for them to hurt anyone else.

Yeah, or just easier for them to hurt us.

Yes, that. And perhaps you lose all credibility in the process.

I want you guys united but not rash.

I mean, if you publish now, what do you have?

A-a few photographs, some fake IDs,

a lot of inference and very little fact.

Sorry, we have proof, Maya.

You have speculation.

If you can get proof...

some video footage of your vanished journalist,

the fake Ivanov.

If you can fill in some of the gaps,

if you can be as enterprising as I know you to be.

Come on, you are the Kollective after all.

[instrumental music]

We could take another look

at the conference centre in Kinshasa.

That's our ground zero.

And fake Ivanov must have come from somewhere.

Maybe you guys take another look at the CCTV?

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah, uh, we're supposed to head to

the airport now anyway, so...

And we will see you online tonight, okay?

-Thank you. -Okay.

[music continues]

[phone chimes]

[man speaking indistinctly on TV]

[Aaron exhales]

You know the thing you said earlier about...

being Josh's best friend?

I totally get that you knew him longer

and that I probably seem like a bit of a tourist to you,

definitely to his family.

But... he wasn't just your best friend or a son.

We buried my boyfriend, too.

I know.

I'm sorry.

[phone chimes]

Are we okay?

Mm-hmm.

[phone vibrating]

It's them.

Hi, Lucas, Etienne.

-Hi. -Hey, guys.

Hey, guys.

LUCAS: Let's do this. Look.

[keyboard clacking]

Here.

Where is that?

The conference centre in Kinshasa.

[speaking in foreign language]

It's crazy.

Yeah? Just wait.

You see, they've locked down their CCTV,

but the neighbouring buildings don't air-gap theirs.

They just let it sit there on the public internet.

Okay. So?

So, we get to just walk in, have a look around,

and if we're lucky...

time travel.

-When is that? -Four days ago.

The day of the Lusamba poisoning.

Give me a time.

Uh, early afternoon. 1:30.

[suspenseful music]

Wait, wait, wait, wait! Can you zoom in on the car?

That's the car we've been following.

DELIA: That's him. That's the real Ivanov.

Our missile truck guy.

LUCAS: Hey, someone's coming.

Who is that?

Wait, wait, what's that? He put something in his pocket.

Is that something metal?

Maybe a knife?

AARON: No, Lusamba wasn't stabbed.

DELIA: I think it was a pen.

LUCAS: Hey, someone exits from the back.

DELIA: That's the fake journalist!

-Holy shit! -He-he-he.

DELIA: Okay, so, surely we have enough to publish now.

ETIENNE: No, no, no, Delia, I'm not sure.

We have evidence they met.

Okay, m-maybe exchanged something in the car.

Maybe it's a pen.

Which could easily contain some kind of poison.

Yeah, but without formal confirmation

Lusamba was poisoned,

it's still just speculation.

We need to identify who exactly this stranger is.

Wait. I think there's a car park

just around the corner

in the direction where he disappeared.

What are the chances that that place has CCTV too?

LUCAS: Okay.

[keyboard clacking]

[chomping]

There you go.

[keyboard clacking]

There's our guy.

-Yeah. -Is that a credit card?

Lucas, can you trace that transaction for me?

No, not without access to the bank's computer.

DELIA: Could you find someone who could?

ETIENNE: No, we don't buy information, Delia.

LUCAS: You're asking me to find a data broker?

I'm asking you to do whatever's necessary.

Not just for Joshua.

For Lusamba. And Claude.

[groans]

It's a slippery slope.

I'll see what I can find. Okay?

ETIENNE: Yeah, I really need some sleep.

-Let's wrap it up. -Yeah. Or good morning.

-It's early morning. -Sleep tight, everyone.

Thank you very much. Bye-bye.

You can also crash here if you want.

I'm gonna go see my dad anyway.

Oh, thank you. I'm gonna go back to ours.

See you, uh... later.

T-tomorrow. Today.

Today. Yeah.

[chuckles]

♪ I've got your number lonely ♪

Bye-bye!

♪ October 33

♪ I wear it on my soul's back ♪

♪ Like fair fair fair

♪ So help me hear the bird sing ♪

♪ I'll help you capture your dream ♪

♪ Let's see it in the present and try to let it be ♪

♪ I I've got your number lonely ♪

♪ October 33

♪ I'm knockin' at your door babe ♪

♪ Like fair fair fair

♪ You can hear the band play

♪ Then listen to my heart say ♪

♪ It's gonna be a good day ♪

♪ October 33

[indistinct singing]

♪ I do

♪ Crying in the back

♪ I'm sending love where you're at ♪

♪ I do to you

♪ Hold on hold on hold on

♪ Fair fair fair

♪ Hold on hold on hold on

♪ Alone in the back

♪ Send love where you're at

♪ I do

[piano music]

[indistinct chatter]

-I'll see you at 1700, okay? -See you later, maestro.

Aaron.

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

-Nick! Uh, just one thing. -Maestro.

Um, please go a little easier on the tremolo

on the second movement today.

-Just a... -Of course.

Okay.

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

CHRISTOPHE: Good morning, maestro.

Hi, Christophe!

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

-Good morning, maestro. -Hey, Michael, how is it going?

-Good morning, maestro. -Philippe, have a great day.

Nice one, Michael.

[speaking in foreign language]

[mellow music]

[phone chimes]

[instrumental music]

-Tell me! -There she is.

Yeah, the data broker came through.

So, you want the long version or the short version?

-Short. -Short.

-Try long. -Okay. Uh...

Well, he found the transaction,

which gave him a credit card number.

And then we ran that number through a BIN validator,

which gave us a bank.

It's MedTrust in Budapest.

Then we took that information...

-Lucas? -Yeah?

Short, please.

[chuckles]

Fine, I'll cut to the chase. Uh...

AARON: Thank you.

We have a company name. 27 Black.

Great. Okay, so, uh, we follow the money, right?

Find out everything we can about the company. Aaron?

Yeah. No. Sounds smart.

Yeah, you should do that.

No, we should all do that.

Oh, yeah.

I had an idea.

My-my father is throwing a party.

Just a few hundred glamorous people aside.

Anyway, he travels a lot

through Russia with his orchestra,

so he knows a lot of influential people.

And he'll be inviting Alexander Potugin.

[chuckles]

Come again?

Yeah. He's kind of my dad's best friend.

LUCAS: Aaron, you mean this Potugin?

Oh, Potugin, as in the newspaper oligarch?

But before that, before his reinvention,

he was involved in a corruption scandal.

Insider trading, almost exclusively

involving mining stocks.

ETIENNE: So Potugin might help us understand

what happened in Kinshasa.

LUCAS: Well, I always knew his famous dad

would come in handy one day.

[line ringing]

MAYA ON PHONE: Delia?

-Lucas found a lead. -Okay.

DELIA ON PHONE: We have a company name.

27 Black in Budapest.

I had a look online and I found this journalist

who really knows the financial landscape there.

She's a Russian dissident, actually.

Uh, Julia Petrova.

Oh, no, please not her.

DELIA ON PHONE: Yeah, I saw you guys had some bylines together.

Can you... put us in touch?

MAYA ON PHONE: No, I-I really don't think it's a good idea.

Oh, please.

Her contact details aren't online.

Yeah, and why do you think that is?

I'll find her number sooner or later.

I'm just asking you to save me a bunch of time.

For what it's worth, I am gonna do this your way.

You are infuriating.

Look, she is brilliant.

And you will like her a lot. Everybody likes her.

But she has very unorthodox methods and...

she's not a safe pair of hands.

You need to be super careful around her.

I will.

I promise.

MAYA ON PHONE: Bye.

[instrumental music]

[phone chimes]

-Julia. Hi. -Hi.

No, no, no, no handshakes.

[chuckling]

[camera shutter clicking]

[indistinct chatter]

It's good to meet you.

See how you feel in a few days.

So what are you working on at the moment?

It's the typical stuff.

Corruption scandals, local politics.

The government systematically turning

a blind eye to foreign interference.

No matter the cost.

Do you ever get scared?

What would be the use in that?

I can tell you a little bit about

what I'm here to investigate if you'd like.

Shh.

Let's just enjoy the drive.

[instrumental music]

[keys jangling]

[barking]

-Hey, Latzi! -Hi!

-Who's this? What's his name? -It's Latzi.

-Hi, nice to meet you, Latzi. -He's very naughty.

-Oh, okay. -But he loves everyone.

I like naughty dogs. Ha-ha-ha.

-Come, you can put it here. -Thanks.

[speaking in foreign language]

Hi.

-Delia, our nanny. -Hi.

-Hi. -Lena and Tomas.

Nice to meet you.

[speaking in foreign language]

JULIA: Let's go somewhere a little more private.

Yeah.

I don't want them to hear anything.

Okay.

And I sweep it for bugs.

Please, sit down.

So...

this company, 27 Black.

Your hope is to find out something

more than it's obscure name?

Yeah. We want the individuals behind it.

Company directors.

Well, Budapest doesn't make that easy.

But we'll try the orthodox routes...

[children speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[door closing]

Paperwork filings, the business register.

What if that doesn't work?

-Then we'll have to be more... -Unorthodox?

Sure. I was going to say "fucking ballsy."

Well, that works too.

Alright.

[pensive music]

Grech and Debattista.

What happened to the window?

JULIA: I should've known it's them. Very shady company.

Sorry, I don't follow.

The law firm that represents 27 Black. Come.

Oh, my God. You work fast.

G&D are an all too familiar name here.

I've been investigating them for years now.

Have a look at their website.

-Rather plain, isn't it? -Mm.

When you don't need to advertise your services,

that means you're running off your reputation.

And their reputation precedes them.

Exactly.

Can we get access?

Not-not in the traditional sense.

Their corporate security's watertight.

But I've been cultivating another way in...

for some time now.

[pensive music]

A paralegal who works there.

Oh, I recognise this woman.

She's the one you were taking pictures of.

And we're going to meet her.

[instrumental music]

It's Wednesday evening.

That means she'll have just been to the gym.

She comes here afterwards to unwind.

Follow my lead.

[music continues]

Hi, Patricia.

-Do I know you? -No.

But I know you very well.

I know that you always come here

after your Wednesday appointment

with your personal trainer, Tamas.

I know that you used to come here in the morning,

but you recently changed your schedule, didn't you?

Now you prefer to go to the Terrace Cafe,

Hotel Cerulean.

You like it there because it's Tamas' favourite.

I also know that your husband,

a surgeon at the municipal hospital, no less,

would probably be very interested to see these.

[suspenseful music]

As would your son.

You are blackmailing me?

Yes.

[scoffs]

Well... it won't work.

You're too late.

My marriage is as good as dead.

[chuckles]

No. Come on, you're not thinking logically.

She's also bluffing.

[music continues]

I've seen your mortgage statement...

from one month ago.

Co-signed.

What is it? A holiday home?

You don't spend half a mil on property together

if your marriage is on the rocks,

so let's start again, shall we?

[music continues]

You were very good back there.

Thank you. But...

Julia, it's unethical.

I understand that sometimes there are lines

that you need to cross.

But...

when there's collateral damage...

I mean, she's just... She's just a simple...

Civilian?

No.

The second you agree to work for a firm like that,

you know exactly who you're getting into bed with.

Julia, she has a family.

And so do I.

G&D protect some of the most

dangerous people in the world.

So can I give you some advice?

This is a war.

We fight to the end.

Then we mourn what we lost.

[engine starts]

[mellow music]

[music continues]

[screaming]

[heavy breathing]

[ominous music]

Julia!

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what I will say to them.

[exhales]

He was the world to my kids.

Julia, what happened to him?

[exhales]

I don't know. Uh...

Our neighbours often put down rat poison.

They've done it before. Please help me.

[mouse clicking]

DELIA: Yeah?

Our stunt yesterday paid of. Patricia sent information.

Anatoly Sugalov is your man.

At least it's the name of someone behind 27 Black.

They even provided a copy of their passport

when they opened the account.

Holy shit.

JULIA: He's the man you expected?

DELIA: We knew him as Boris Ivanov.

He was in the DRC, posing as a journalist.

All to cover for the fact

that he's actually a fucking mercenary.

He was probably behind the hit on Lusamba

and I think he's the one who killed Josh.

Shit.

Boris Ivanov's real name is Anatoly Sugalov.

And from the documents Patricia sent,

we've also got his phone number.

LUCAS: Want me to find out who he's talking to?

If you would.

Particularly in the 24 hours leading up to Lusamba's death.

LUCAS: Got it.

[suspenseful music]

Welcome, Mr. Bertel.

[violin music]

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

Aaron?

[speaking in foreign language]

[toaster pops]

[phone vibrating]

[suspenseful music]

Talk to me.

LUCAS: Anatoly Sugalov works for something

called the Signal Institute.

What do they do?

This is the fun part.

They say it's a sports drinks factory.

Uh, yes, of course, it's bullshit. It's just a cover.

Yeah, and it's a pretty terrible one.

Because it turns out that the Signal Institute

is run under the umbrella

of the Russian Ministry of Defence.

So these are government-funded sports drinks.

So Sugalov isn't just a mercenary,

he's hired by the Russian government?

LUCAS: Yeah, but that's not all.

The scientists that worked there,

before they moved to the Signal Institute,

they were involved in some pretty unpleasant research.

Sugalov's a scientist?

No, no, no. No, he's-he's ex-military.

He's brawn, not brains.

He's their head of security.

But his work does put him into very regular contact

with, uh, Vasily Fedorov.

Um...

Take a look.

That's him, that's our guy from the car park.

And I just gave you his phone number.

Courtesy of Sugalov's own phone records.

And not only is he the Signal Institute's head of research,

he himself is a chemist.

What kind of chemistry?

ETIENNE: Hang on.

Fedorov used to work on nerve agents.

Ta-da-da. Yes. And in particular, Novichok.

And that's how Lusamba died.

DELIA: Thank you, guys. Good job.

Lo and behold, owned by the Russian Ministry.

They make Novichok.

It's awful. It blocks nerve signals.

Shutting down every single organ in the body.

[speaking in foreign language]

The diaphragm, so you can't breathe. The heart.

It is a horrific way to die.

Now, before I would have said, "Let's publish."

We've got two names. Sugalov and Fedorov.

But now...

I want to get all these fucking bastards.

Which means, we need the name of the guy

who actually deployed the Novichok.

The fake journalist.

[suspenseful music]

JULIA: Tomas! Lena!

Lena! Tomas!

Tomas!

[engine rumbling]

Let's go!

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

Julia, uh...

who was in the SUV earlier?

Come on, I'm not an idiot.

-Your reaction to it was... -Panicked?

My investigations rattle cages. That's nothing new.

But, yes, events have certainly escalated recently.

[exhales sharply]

So the window and the dog...

you're saying they weren't accidents?

That it's them sending a message?

But why?

I mean...

Why wouldn't they just...

JULIA: Kill me?

You can say it.

I don't understand

why they would go to all this effort.

This way, they don't risk murder investigations.

And they don't create a martyr.

I also think they get some pleasure from it.

[mellow music]

Do your children know?

Never.

It was already too much for Gaspar, my ex-husband.

I would rather lie to my kids than have them scared.

So you're telling the entire world a story?

[sucks teeth]

[inhales sharply]

The road to truth always requires a few lies.

You just have to tell a good enough lie.

Tell it consistently.

And who knows?

If you're lucky,

eventually, you might even start to believe it yourself.

[Julia sighs]

I take back what I said before.

About ethics.

Fuck 'em.

ROBERT: I'm humbled...

to have you here

to celebrate this achievement...

with all of you means more than you could know.

I mean, look at this thing.

This is... you know...

The truth is...

I never thought I'd ever be here.

Until I got my act together...

I was selfish, wilful...

self-destructive. Huh.

I was lost.

But I found my way back to something worthwhile.

I found my place...

in this world.

And I stopped doing childish things.

I started playing music again.

And now here we are.

So it's... I mean...

Anyway...

Cheers to finding one's place.

-Cheers. -Thank you.

[applause]

[speaking in foreign language]

Excuse me.

Mr. Potugin?

Aaron. It's been quite some time.

Three years, four months and two days.

I remember because you emailed me

about prospective employment,

and I never replied.

And I just wanted to apologise.

I was young and naive, you know?

I'm aware now

what a huge opportunity that was

and I just wanted to say thank you.

But I don't want to bother you for too long.

Enjoy the festivities.

I've been following your work.

It seems you've been waltzing

with my competitors at Globecom Media.

Tell me,

what makes them more attractive than me?

Well... we've turned them down, actually.

But I'm flattered you've been following my work so closely.

It's difficult not to.

The Kollective is very... noisy.

And childish.

So quite frankly, dangerous.

But I don't care any more.

Um, I haven't told you,

I'm, I'm leaving them behind, actually.

Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.

You might underestimate me.

What do they say?

Your enemy's enemy is your friend?

Consider me your friend, Alex.

ALEX: No, no, no, no, most of these oligarchs

are just opportunists.

AARON: Surely that's not entirely true?

You still need some intellect a-and grit, and instincts.

Because connections only take you so far.

Connections are everything. I myself admit that.

Alright.

Shall we just agree to disagree?

[glasses clinks]

But I was... I was reading something else recently.

It was research for an article I was writing.

Back in the early days,

back in Russia, before your...

Before my change in career?

Before your change in career.

Have you ever heard of the name

Anatoly Sugalov?

Now that is a blast from the past.

[suspenseful music]

[tapping]

[music continues]

[tapping]

-Is it Aaron? -Yes.

-Sorry. -No, all good.

-Who are you? -The interview.

-Oh, yeah, of course. -We're ready for you soon.

I'm coming.

I think now we publish.

You have all your players, their real identities.

What if we can get more?

What do you mean?

Hear me out.

Why run 27 Black from Budapest?

Why not Russia?

Same reason they always do.

Plausible deniability. Create some distance.

Exactly.

[keys clacking]

[sniffles]

Fedorov the chemist meets Sugalov the soldier,

and hands him an item.

Later on, we're assuming that inside the car,

an exchange takes place.

Sugalov hands over that item to Kuzmin.

So, there is a chance that Fedorov,

humble chemical weapons scientist,

has never met Kuzmin,

the man who actually deploys the weapon.

We could take advantage of that.

Why do I feel like you're trying

to sell me something?

Fedorov's phone number.

We got it when Lucas found Sugalov's phone records.

Maybe we can get Fedorov to fill in the blanks.

You wanna call him?

Well, I want you to call him.

-No, no, no. No way. -Why not?

I mean, we'd do it from a hidden number.

You speak Russian.

And if it doesn't work, it doesn't work.

For a start, I'm a woman.

Well, then, it's a very good job

that he's got a very efficient secretary

to take care of all the boring administrative work

that comes with being

an international fucking mercenary.

God, you are impossible.

And insatiable.

If I spoke Russian, I would do it myself.

I can believe that.

It's another lie.

But do this one for me?

[beeping]

[line ringing]

[suspenseful music]

Would you kindly sign your book for me?

Yes, of course.

[music continues]

[clicks]

DELIA: What did he say? Did you get him?

You fucking got him, didn't you?

[laughing]

[speaking in foreign language]

MAN 1: Sam?

MAN 1: Camera?

WOMAN 1: We're just gonna start with the basics.

Yep.

WOMAN 1: Remember, Aaron, just be honest.

I hear your father has been very clear

that he wants this documentary to paint an accurate picture.

Okay?

Let's start with an easy one, shall we?

Tell us what was it like...

It's okay. Go ahead.

WOMAN 1: ...amidst all this talent.

Um...

It was, uh...

It was remarkable to grow up here.

It was a privilege.

One which I am acutely aware of.

Uh, it's a blessing to be supported like this.

Um, sometimes it was almost like a fairytale.

Um...

-I'm sorry, this is... -No, no, no.

-It's okay. You're okay. -It's great. It's great.

Just try to repeat the question

in your answers, if possible. Okay?

-Alright. -And just relax. Have fun.

[chuckles]

Your father told me that as a little boy,

you begged him to teach you to play the violin,

and then he gave you his very own.

He-he gave me my first violin as a gift.

But I'm actually not sure it was...

[speaking in foreign language]

-Oh... -You just...

-I... -Um...

WOMAN 1: Let's try another question, shall we?

What was your first memory of your father?

My first memory of my father?

Um, that would be...

him hiding fucking coke in the bathroom.

-Aaron. -Sorry?

No. I think he's not well.

Could we just, like, maybe have a minute?

No, actually, I am, I am well.

-Uh, no, please. Continue. -Aaron.

No, because... We're...

[speaking in foreign language]

We're-we're here because we want to know

the truth, right?

The truth about the great man

Robert Bertel, that's what we want.

[speaking in foreign language]

The truth is...

that I'm sick of seeing people like my father winning.

I'm sick of pretending.

Keep rolling.

The truth is, I grew up with an addict as a father.

I can totally forgive that.

A lot of people struggle with addiction.

That's not the problem. The problem is that my father

is a fucking bully and a narcissist.

-Could we just wrap this up? -You all love him.

Everybody out there, everybody loves him!

But this is only because you see

what he wants you to see.

That's not him!

He doesn't believe that you earn power or respect.

He believes that you can just take it.

But the only real power

he actually has is the power of fear.

And I'm done being scared.

[speaking in foreign language]

Thank you for this opportunity, really.

Oh, and the story with the violin...

I don't think it was a gift.

I think it was just the most

difficult instrument for me to learn.

[instrumental music]

[violin music]

DELIA: We should wait for Aaron to publish.

Or what do you guys think?

Um, he gave us his blessing.

I mean, he's probably wasted. He...

He went very quiet in the group chat

after he sent us that photo.

Mm. That doesn't sound like him.

ETIENNE: No, but, personally, I think it would be nice

if Aaron should have some fun once in a while.

-Don't you think? -Wait, says Etienne?

[chuckles]

ETIENNE: Okay, so, um, Julia...

what do you think of the article?

I think it's brilliant.

Incendiary.

And you should be proud, all of you.

LUCAS: Cool.

JULIA: I mean, you've actually managed to link

these Russians to Lusamba's poisoning.

You did it!

Thank you. Um, so it's decided?

We'll publish tonight? Okay?

Um, so, uh, Lucas and I

will finish converting the video clips,

and we will let you know as soon as we are ready.

Thank you.

-You're welcome. -Yeah, bye.

You shake the tree and see what falls out.

That's how it works.

[chuckles]

In the meantime, let's go and get a drink.

Oh, yes.

[instrumental music]

[inaudible chatter]

Oh, it's Lucas.

I'll get the car.

-Hey. Tell me. -Hey, hey.

LUCAS: Yeah, listen. It's online. The story is out.

Julia! We're live!

LUCAS: We had over 100,000 hits!

Our site is blowing up!

DELIA: Get some sleep, let's touch base in the morning.

LUCAS: Oh, okay. Goodbye!

[pensive music]

[explosion]

[fire crackling]

[car alarm blaring]

[groans]

[indistinct song on stereo]

[doorbell ringing]

[keys jangling]

Can you just hold me?

[crying]

[mellow music]

[sobbing]

Where are you going?

Oh, um...

I'm moving out.

It's time for a change, so...

What are you gonna do about the violin?

[chuckles]

Never belonged to me anyway, so...

He's gonna be angry, isn't he?

I don't care.

[chuckles]

[phone vibrating]

[suspenseful music]

That's a Russian number.

[vibrating continues]

Um, hello?

ANATOLY ON PHONE: The chemist you tricked is dead.

I can live with that.

He was sloppy.

But when you publish my name, my photo, we have a problem.

I'm Anatoly Sugalov.

The people I work for move fast.

And problems are cleaned up quickly.

You made me a problem, so you have fucked me.

Did-did you kill Joshua?

ANATOLY: If you help me,

I will tell you what you want to know.

I will tell you everything, and then...

you can judge me.

No, no, no. Oh.

[tense music]

[music continues]

[theme music]

[music continues]